02/12/2022
Married, wife at the stage of only wanting sex once every other month. “I’ll give you the signal” she said. The “signal” was her dropping her M&S knickers as she got into bed. It didn’t happen often.
For four years I had been shagging a lady I had worked with. Married too, but her husband worked in the US three months at a time and her marriage was only just surviving. She’d been taking a fair bit from a guy she knew through a friend, but one evening on the way back from a business trip to Wales I’d stopped for her to wee in the bushes and noticed she wasn’t particularly hiding herself, so I thought I’d have a try - and twenty minutes later the seats were right back and I was on the job.
She ditched the other guy and we were riding each other three or four times a week. She gave me a key to her flat and I’d sometimes pop in on the way to work for a quickie, but more often we went back after work a couple of nights a week, and shagged for an hour or two - and we enjoyed doing it in the car or open air too.
After three years I was sent to work three or four days a week in Cardiff. That meant being innovative and we did more in the car - or booked a motel on my route and she’d check in and wait for me to arrive, shag, and we’d both go home. The outdoor car stuff got more interesting, but that’s another story.
Meantime, in Cardiff, I was doing training again, with a divorced middle aged lady. We travelled offsite for a lot of the work. One day when we’d arranged to meet early to go over some prep, I knocked on her hotel room door and she answered in her bra and pants. Ten minutes later I was riding her on her bed.
Welsh lady wasn’t nearly so active but every ten days or so she’d give me the nod and I’d either drop in at her house, or she’d appear at my hotel. She lived with her twenty- something daughter, and I must admit I was a bit creeped out by the openness with which mum indicated to daughter that we were off up to shag! She slept next door and must have heard more than she wanted to!
This went on for about ten months - occasional sex with wife, plenty with my hometown work colleague, and a bit on the side in Wales
Then the fateful night.
I’d arranged to meet local lady for coffee at a local Little Chef around 9pm on my drive home as I was seeing her next evening for a long session. Wife was expecting me back late.
Around 4pm, Welsh lady indicates she wishes to be serviced before I leave for home. No problem. Back to her house at close of business , straight to bed, an hour of fun ending with riding her hard, as she liked.
Set out on the long drive home, when I get a phone call from local lady asking to meet further from home - so slightly earlier. “We can find a pub. I want to ask you something.”
Arrived at meeting point about 9pm. “Hope you don’t mind,” says friend, “but I’ve had a difficult day and I really need you to give me a good seeing to.” Oops, I thought, hope I don’t show signs of Welsh lady, but friend insisted she’d found a safe spot for the cars, so off we went, stripped her off, and went to work with fingers and tongue until it was time for the big climax. Afterward we fooled around for a while then she insisted on a repeat.
Feeling very pleased with myself I drove off, got home, realised I was so late my wife was getting ready for bed, so I cleaned myself up and went to bed, cosy warm and a bit knackered - what with the drive and the sex. Imagine my horror when wife appeared in her usual full length nightie, and very deliberately removed the knickers, hitched up the nightie and climbed into bed.
I muttered about the tiring drive, but she pointed out she hadn’t asked for it for six weeks, and made it clear action was expected.
I started fingering here and getting her to a climax which she loved. She could take multiple orgasms so I worked and worked at it until she’d had about eight and insisted she had had enough of that - and would I kindly get mounted.
I duly and dutifully got it up and in and started pumping. She loved it but I could feel it leading nowhere for me. I pumped faster and thought back to the rides in the car. No change. I sweated and strained and fantasised until I began to think how to fake it. After all she was already soaking so wouldn’t notice the absence of my contribution!
Just as I was about to go to plan B I felt a stirring. I banged even harder and faster, hearing her shouting encouragement - and, thank heaven, it happened. Soaked and exhausted I fell onto my pillow and fast asleep.
The only downside was that wife enjoyed it so much she asked for a repeat two nights later. Needless to say it was an “anticlimax.”
I’ve done it more often in an evening - local lady took five one night - and I’ve had a few threesomes - but that’s the only time I’ve shagged three different ladies in one evening over a space of six hours, in different locations.
What’s your record, and in what circumstances?